If you need me
I'll be around
In the summer,
Especially
The time of year
The best time
To be available
Days are long
Lazy and conducive
To giving in
To your demands
When minds slow
Images blur
Passions stir
No will of my own
A need to surrender
I'll be here
Yours
Centuries ago, Shakespeare once said, 'brevity is the soul of wit! ' Your fine poem, written centuries later, says it all equally as well, Carol! Carl.
A sweet promise of love and comfort to the luckiest ever...eloquently written with soothing verses to mix the tone of the poem....10+++++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sensual bit of effort here. Would it be insensitive to inquire of your plans between now and summer Surely you would agree summer is much too long to wait! Or perhaps this is one of those 'same time next year scenarios.' Just curious. Whatever...excellent composition!